'Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit!'
In Gordon's head the same words just kept repeating.
This was a different kind of fear from the terror he had been feeling before. The minotaur really didn't look that evil. True it was some kind of half man half bull and the horns glistened a little for some reason. But in the end it was just a common fantasy creature that Gordon, at least in his old life, had seen many times. In fact minotaurs had been a common motif.
Plus this guy didn't seem like he was too smart. A good warrior maybe, but what was with all the mooing?
Swallowing, Gordon struggled to remember that he seemed to be indestructible presently. Even if he was hit by that god forsaken glowing golden bo staff as large as a fucking tree he would be alright.
'Speak of the devil.'
Gordon crouched a bit to get ready and then tried to spring to the side to avoid the minotaur's first attack.
